Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Shame

There's nothing unusual the way my day begins
As I walk up and down the streets with my mailpouch in my
I've run this route for years everybody my name
Especially at the old folks home which I call the House of
The old folks is my last stop that's where I end my daily rout
And my mailpouch is usually empty by then not but just about
Except for an accosional letter and all wait anxiously
With sad eyes said the question is there anything for me
And I hear their trembling voices as they talk back and
I guess the just too busy to write
They've got a lot of things to do of
And I try to 'em up and say things to make 'em feel better
Then I think to myself just how little effort it takes to write a
Their old and wrinkled and hair as white as snow
And memories up in their minds that only they could know
I spent many there at the end of each day's run
Trying in some way to the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of days by
And the sadness there at times is so I can't help but cry
And thought it's it seems more like a dream
That some of them have grandchildren that never even seen
And I think it's just a that children they have raised
Would put 'em in this House of Shame to their later days
So there they sit just waitin' waitin' for they never get
for children that never come by waitin' just waitin' to die
You see my folks are old now too and put 'em in a home
But the difference is they live with us and they'll never be